The little draughtsman, who was as sharp as one of his own India ink lines, could see that Hart had something on his mind this morning, and he was curious, in all friendliness, to find out what it was. But Jackson did not emerge from his little box of an office for several hours. Then he sauntered by Cook's table, pausing to look out of the window while he abstractedly lighted a cigarette. Presently the stenographer came up to him and said:-- "Mr. Graves is out there and wants to see you particular, Mr. Hart. Shall I show him into your office?" "Ask him to wait," the young architect ordered. After he had smoked and stared for a few moments longer he turned to Cook. "What did we specify those I-beams for the Canostota? Were they forty-twos or sixties?" Without raising his hand from the minute lines of the linen sheet, the draughtsman grunted:-- "Don't remember just what. Weren't forty-twos. Nothing less than sixties ever got out of this office, I guess. May be eighties. What's the matter?" "Um," the architect reflected, knocking his cigarette against the table. "It makes a difference in the sizes what make they are, doesn't it?" "It don't make any difference about the weights!" And the draughtsman turned to his linen sheet with a shrug of the shoulders that said, "You ought to know that much by this time!" The architect continued to stare out of the murky window. "When is Harmon coming back?" "Ed lives out his way, and he says it's a long-term typhoid. You can't tell when he'll be back." "Has the old man wired anything new about his plans?" "You'll have to ask Miss Bellows. I haven't heard anything." "He said he'd be here next Wednesday or Thursday at the latest, didn't he?" The draughtsman stared hard at Hart, wondering what was in the man's mind. But he made no answer to the last remark, and presently the architect sauntered to the next window. As Jackson well knew, Graves was waiting to close that arrangement which he had proposed for building an apartment house. The architect had intended to look up the Canostota specifications before he went further with Graves, but he had been distracted by other matters, and had thought nothing more about the troublesome I-beams until this morning.